Longing, It May Be, Is The Gift

When I State Myself, As The Representative Of The Verse, It Does Not Mean Me, But A Supposed Person.

If I Feel Physically As If The Top Of My Head Were Taken Off, I Know That Is Poetry.

Heavenly Father - Take To Thee The Supreme Iniquity Fashioned By Thy Candid Hand In A Moment Contraband - Though To Trust Us Seem To Us More Respectful - We Are Dust - We Apologize To Thee For Thine Own Duplicity.

It Is Easy To Work When The Soul Is At Play.

Success Is Counted Sweetest / By Those Who Ne'er Succeed.